I think Kevin and I have caught the Japan bug. I heard about people who end up going back over and over again, and I can totally understand why. We decided that this was going to be our last hurrah, as we are going to have to go on to new phases of life, and I will probably have to pop out a kid or two before my eggs dry up. Priorities, and all that.

We flew into HNL and had to wait three hours for our flight to leave from Japan. For some reason, our gate was waaaay in the international terminal. I had no idea it even existed because I had never been there before. There are all kinds of duty free stores, restaurants, even live music. It was really nice, I was impressed. However, it was all open air, and it was extremely humid. We sat and waited until we found out that our gate changed, to where we normally depart out of. Where it is enclosed and air conditioned. So we sat in the heat and humidity for two hours for nothing.

I recall the flight being 10 hours last time, but this time it was eight hours. Hey, I'm not complaining. This time I was prepared. I got myself an inflatable pillow for lumbar support, brought my sleep mask, and things to freshen up with. As usual, I didn't sleep much going. But at least I was a little bit more comfortable.

There's not much to report about the flight there except for the food, which was teriyaki chicken. The flight back to Hawaii was much better, but we'll get to that later!

Sorry for the Instagram filter. lol